Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.